The colors were good. If someone was into pinks and blues and purples, then they were good. And he had to agree with the sentiment. Even empty, the place would have seemed lively. But amidst the ambient tones and belter beat drops, the echoing of ice asteroids crashing into each other and the subtle inclusion of the hollow moans of spin kicking on, it made for a trendy spot by all accounts. "It's good to see you as well, Queenie." He still recalled, fondly, the way she helped him that day and introduced him to her various friends. The very nature of her abode, the way she carried herself, seemed to remain fixed in his mind. Blue eyes drifted from the bohemian woman to Levi, glancing to the glowing blue bar top as the shot was put down. He had started early and based off everything that was going on, he didn't see any reason to stray from alcohol. But Levi's comment furrowed his brow all the same. "Are they here now?" It didn't occur to him that they may have been wrong. Both were experienced with this sort of thing, Queenie herself having a seemingly endless array of eyes for watching. Instead of taking the shot in full, he sipped, eyes fixed on Levi.